Audubon County Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Audubon Co., Iowa) 1885-1894, 1887-03-17

tiously. But you can always scud,
you know"
Thank you" replied Hcmphill.
But, seriously, Lady Pardock, If you
fear"
Fear! l fearP No; l think Capt.
Armstrong is afraid. Let us go, Mr..
Hemphill." He at once gave the word
to shove of. The yacht was lying at a
little distance out, as the tide was low.
So we went on board, whittier Mrs.
Cardewe had already proceeded. Capt.
Armstrong had merely taken of his hat
when Lady Pardock referred to him so
contemptuously. But l knew quite
well she respected his nature and his
cool firmness, for all her GOODNESS to
him. l was certain she thought Of
what he said, for more than once l had
heard her talking to her boy, and he
told her what his friend, the captain,
had hidden him do. Lady Paddock had
always agreed with her son on these
occasions. So when we reached the
yacht she spoke to the sailing-master
and asked him what he thought of the
weather.
Fair and square. my lad; l think it
will change afore night, but so far, l
see nothing to be alarmed about.
Perhaps the boy had better go
ashore" said Mr.. Cardewe.
NONSENSE said Mr.. Hemphill.
Mrs. Farmer wants sail as well as
ourselves. Let the lad remain. You'd
like the sea, Sir JocelynP'
"Oh, yes" he laughed, II love the
sea-.
That decided the question. re-
manned, and we were soon under way,
rushing down the coast in the direc-
ton of Portland Bill. Capt. Arm
strong watched us for while, and
then, waving his hat as a farewell,
turned up the path toward the manor.
He encountered Charley and an
old fisherman on the way, and stopped,
as sailors like to talk to sailors.
The Fireily's off, see sir, said old
Barnes
Yes" replied the captain; she's
bound for Lulworth and Weymouth,
] expect the passengers will return by
train"
so do |, sir. They'll never work
agin this wind When the tide flows
again the wind will rise, l expect"
Then they'll have a fine breeze to
carry them down"
LAY, ay, sir; little too much, I'm
thinking if it veers a couple of points"
The captain nodded. Then he said:
Il will run over and meet them at
Weymouth" and Charley watched
him as he went, thinKing, as he told
me afterward, how cool he was.
III.
There are some servants who man
age to find out everything, or to be
present when there is anything to find
out. was never one of these spying
ones, for what | hear and see | say out
right; but Peter, the butler. certainly
managed to pick out plums of gossip
which none Of us servants could ever
obtain Il glimpse of. | suspect Peter
was one of those who send paragraphs
to papers about what guests eat and
drink, or how ladies are dressed, and
who they hear they are going to
marry-a low class of gossip, in my
opinion.
However, must say, but for Peter
we should never have heard how Cap
tain Armstrong tapped the round
weather-glass in the hail. and stood at
the garden door watching the clouds,
though he only pretended to be smok-
ing. Peter gave him every attention at
} luncheon, and waited until the Martyr
Henrys rose. Then the sailor said:
What are you going to do this af,
ternoon?'
, ave thought of going to Weymouth
for Il couple of hours. We can drive
, across. or catch the o'clock train"
Il intended going also. May l &C
company you?" said the captain.
, II wonder you didn't 90 in the Fire
fly, them" remarked Miss Gladys G
can't get accustomed to "Mrs. Martyr
Henry" somehow-she had been Miss
Gladys Anderson.
IF had, there would have been no
body TO take them dry clothes, re
marked the sallor-captain.
}! Dry clothes! What do you mean
You don't pretend to say there will b.
rain this afternoon with this wInd?'
; cried Captain Martyn-H Henry. "Why
L it's lovely day"
so it is" acquesced the sailor
y ''but fine days do not last forever. d
you sec those long white wisps G
y cloud? Do you sec that dark line t
= windward, and the bank of clouds i
II the southwest"
: "Yes-southwest The wind is south
X east, Capt. Armstrong;
y Miss Gladys smiled as she said this
: Tin pity for the captains ignorance,
&c suppose" said Peter, afterward.
II The wind is in those clouds; it wi
N blow from the southwest before nigh
N and, with this ripple and tide, raise
nice surf on the Chesil bank. That
ie about the only bank in England c
which do not care for check"
III We'll, we may as well drive. 1t
VI only 2 o'clock; we shall get there by
Id easily" So they went Capt Arm
~ strong ordered some dry clothes f.
the ladies, greatly TO the amusement
~ the maid who packed them in Il
Is portmanteau.
While these preparations were beir
ou made, the quiet captain sauntered o
Isl telling them to pick h m up at Farmer
ou cottage. Charley was at home, al
old Mrs. Mortimer had looked in
IL the children.
as Il think you're sensible young fl
low, Farmer" said the sailor. ''Ju
90 put few of your wife's things in
ny carpet bag or box, and I'll take the